Strangers with Benefits (Siren Publishing Classic)

Strangers with Benefits

After a theft at the neighborhood laundromat left Sidonie Clark without her phone and cash, she had little expectation of aid from the police. But the chance encounter that night was the beginning of ten orgasmic weeks in the arms of Officer Den McTavish, the gorgeous man in blue that answered the call to duty.

Sidonie assumed his kindness was based on his sense of honor and nothing else.

She couldn't have been more wrong.

Den never expected that Sidonie was single, there was no way a woman that smart and sexy was alone. Once he finds out that she is not only single, but attracted to him, he wasn't going to let anything get in his way, even if the opposition came from her.

It only takes a single night of passion for the pair to come to an agreement on a short term liason.

What would it take for them to become more than
Strangers with Benefits
?

Genre:
Contemporary, Interracial, Rubenesque

Length:
96,100 words

Jennifer Willows

EROTIC ROMANCE

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STRANGERS WITH BENEFITS

Copyright © 2015 by Jennifer Willows

E-book ISBN: 978-1-63259-547-8

First E-book Publication: July 2015

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This story is for the real life Officer McTavish. Thank you for being a wonderful example of what a public servant truly can be and thank you for all of the assistance that night so long ago. And a big thanks to a fantastic editor… Kristen, you made me sweat for it!

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STRANGERS WITH BENEFITS

JENNIFER WILLOWS

Copyright © 2015

An Officer and A Gentleman

Sidonie kicked the drum of her washing machine in a fit of anger.

But the thing was stronger than its wretched appearance belied and her poor toes paid the price. “Owwww! Fuck, fuck, fuggity-fuck-fuck!”

This was the third time she had to call her landlord about the aging washer in her condo in the last two months. The dryer had no real issues, other than the fact it was ugly and beat up as heck. But for some odd reason, she would get a week, maybe even a good month where the washer worked.

When it broke down, she was forced to call her landlord, who would send her slimy son, Rick, to her third-floor apartment, where he would tinker in the back of her washer all day and bum every bottle of water she owned. The man thought he could cover up the fact that, A) he had no idea what he was doing, B) he concealed two flasks in his pants pockets, and C) he was sniffing her underclothes when he found them stuck in the drum.

He kept taking all of the lacy ones, too.

Creep.

It was a Saturday and rather than spend what little free time she had standing around as if she had nothing better to do, she decided to use her phone GPS to locate a nearby laundromat.

Her children wouldn’t be back until a week from today, but they would need clean clothes when they came back from their father’s house at the end of spring break.

Sidonie thought about the small mountain of clothes her teenagers went through and sighed.

She had not only the school clothes, but their sporting uniforms as well. Katie was an intermural cheerleader with the local league and played several sports through the year, plus her son, Mark, was in every sport he could cram in.

At least it wasn’t football season, when she had to wash twice weekly to keep up.

She rallied on and tossed the bags one by one into the trunk of her SUV until she couldn’t even see out of the back. After a quick peek online, Sidonie found a place called Queen’s Laundry, and as a bonus it was only a mile from where she lived. She stopped at the ATM on the way and took out a hundred dollars, so she would have the cash to pay her hair stylist with on Monday afternoon along with the wash money.

Sidonie pulled in and noticed a teenage boy that reminded her of her son goofing off in the lot. She parked and began to drag out her bags before she realized that she would have to carry them in one by one.

Instead of making a bunch of trips, she elected to grab two and drag them across the lot. She would just have to toss the bags in the washer, too. After she had lugged the first bags in, she took two more.

By the time she went for the last two bags, she decided to grab her phone and her money from the center console, so she didn’t have to come back out.

But when she stuck her hand inside the console, it was empty.

“Fuck!” She tossed the car, looking under every cushion and floor mat before she realized she had just been victimized.

Sidonie burst back into the laundromat and looked at the elderly attendant.

“Excuse me, ma’am?” Sidonie hissed at the lady behind the counter.

She was mad, but it wasn’t the woman’s fault Sidonie lacked common sense enough to lock her car, so she took a deep breath to calm down.

“Yes?” the stocky woman asked as she tugged the front of her bobbed wig.

“I need your phone.” She sighed and tugged on her baseball cap.

“Why, baby?” the woman asked, her wig slightly askew.

“Someone just broke into my car.” And she was only the dummy that made it easy for them to take her stuff.

“Here.” The woman handed Sidonie a cordless model that she assumed was white, but was grimy from age and copious use until the plastic was a mottled gray with illegible backlit buttons. The phone made her wish for a set of wet wipes and antibacterial soap.

“What’s the non-emergency number?”

“911,” the lady quipped.

Whatever. Dialing the emergency number seemed inappropriate, but she had no other number to call, so she dialed and waited for the operator to pick up.

“911, what is your emergency?”

“Someone broke into my car.”

The operator took basic information—the address of the place that she was located, her name, and the make and model of her car. When she was advised an officer would be there shortly, Sidonie sighed and hung up the phone before she offered the receiver back to the attendant.

“I’m sorry, honey.” The woman sighed and put the phone back into the cradle next to her seat.

“Don’t be.” Sidonie took a deep breath, a pitiful attempt to calm down. The whole mess was her fault. If she had only locked her door, this would have never happened in the first place.

Nearby, a woman about her age folded clothes rapidly. The other woman seemed like she was in a hurry for the amount of stuff she was trying to speed pack. There was at least double what Sidonie had brought with her.

Sidonie leaned over, grabbed two of the bags she had brought in with her, and stuffed them haphazardly in the trunk. She walked back in and grabbed the last two.

The quick folding girl pushed a rolling bin filled with clothes toward the door and Sidonie held it open for her to shuffle the crate out.

“Thanks.” The girl didn’t stop as she said it, just kept rolling past her and toward a white station wagon.

Sidonie let the door close behind her and watched the boy from the lot toss one garbage bag of clothing after the other into the station wagon. When they finished, Sidonie walked over to her trunk and stuffed her bags inside.

She knew he did it. But she didn’t have a lick of proof and the ghetto nature of the location was apparent enough that she didn’t want to find herself at the business end of a pistol after she made a hasty accusation.

No sooner than she pushed the last bag into cabin space, the station wagon pulled away and a police car pulled in.